He does not stop here now, or try to alter her chosen path. It seemed that he was more than willing and eager to allow her free reign so to speak once she crossed whatever imaginary border he had set up upon the deserts. A single ear swivels backwards to remain locked upon him, following his movements while bright dark eyes and nostrils quiver with excitement, sifting through the strange and foreign scents that lay before her. Everything was so strange here, the landscape a stark contrast to the winter wonderland that was the Bay. His reply to her comment on a red carpet brings a devious smile to her lips, a single brow raises as dark gaze fixes him with a heaty glare. "Blood of my enemies eh? That a lasting promise or a one time thing?" she asks with a playful chuckle. His remark about staying at her side from the commons to here is met with a flick of her silver white tail. "I do not think that really counts. More like annoyed me until I had no choice but to follow." she taunts dark eyes glittering playfully.

He continues to follow her at a distance, not setting the pace but instead letting her do the guiding. This suited her well, she did not mind leading when there was a reason to lead. Sleek black and white neck arches, tiny ash dusted muzzle pressed lightly against dark breast. Long banner lifts above her back, the arabic heritage of her mother's ancestry running strong through her veins. Dark eyes blink slowly up at the thickly built stallion with his long tumbles of mane and feathered legs. She moves with ease over the uneven ground, slim hooves finding purchase amid the sand and rock. A playful laugh escapes her lips as she comes to a prancing halt before him, dark eyes meeting his as he responds to her words with a snarky reply. Now she lifts her delicately shaped facade, defiance gleaming in her dark eyes as she moves nearer to him, pressing her slender frame against his own. "You? hurt me? unlikely." she purrs, snaking her neck forward to nip at his ivory colored shoulder for good measure. "More likely that I will hurt you." she teases pivoting away from him with the toss of her head. Salt and pepper tendrils of her mane fall heavily down the arching curve of her neck. "Besides, if I give it to you so easily then there is no desire for you to do better. You gotta earn this one darling" she replies, an impish smile curling upon her lips.